When I was a teenager, I used to eat so much that it was a problem. When I would get hungry, I could have a meltdown. Most days, I had two lunches and two dinners. My parents would make sure I ate as much as possible before visiting anyone else because otherwise, I would ask them for food or ask to leave early to get food. There were many times when they would tell me the number of hours until next time food would be available to make sure I loaded up before we left. Food was often ready in the fridge so I can start eating whenever the urge kicked in. They would also find ways to feed me more economically, so less meat and more starches and beans. They would get cheaper meats and cuts, so instead of beef filets, we had lots of chicken, pork, and ground beef. Fish was rare. The responsibility of feeding me was also distributed, so that sometimes my grandparents would feed me, other times, my friend's family would provide a meal like one of the two dinners for the day. I skipped class a few times to go get food. There was a breakfast cafe in a warehouse district that had large meals for around $3 that I frequented. My father attempted to train me to endure being hungry by placing me in situations in which I had to complete demanding physical tasks for hours before eating. So yeah, it wasn't a lovably annoying character trait like in a sitcom. It was a topic/problem. My parents would fight about it with each other. Weird that I forgot about that until just now.
I was a super picky eater, and every meal needed to include rice...even breakfast! I love rice. I had trouble eating just meat or when the rice had something else in it like beans. Why? Because the meat was too flavorful! The rice would muffle the intensity of the meat out. The beans would add even more flavor, which was the opposite of what I wanted. White rice was perfect. It was a lot of complex carbs, cheap, bland, easy to make (rice cooker), goes well with everything, easy to eat (just scoop), and doesn't have a lot of the unwanted stuff like sugar, salt, or bad fats.
Wowwwww 
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